Tong_Hua

She felt frozen; the cold nipped at her skin. Her throat was hoarse and her lips were cracked. 

The air crackled with frost.

She looked up, the shadow of the man she hated stood in front of her. A twisted smile on his face. 

“If I cannot have you, then no one shall,” he whispered. 

She closed her eyes.

The Flora That Grew

'And through the pain – I wish things had changed.'


Emma and Lola walked through the garden – the place they had moved to was much more secluded than the previous areas they had lived in. This area was a fifteen-minute carriage ride into the closest town, and the town itself was also a quiet, rural town.


Emma ignored the offered hand, only turning to help Lola down the carriage – Emma ignored the other looming figure, and together they all walked through the town.


Her thoughts – that were dark, gloomy thoughts flitted through her head as she walked into the town centre where the farmer's market resided.


In another world, a young woman spoke of her ignorance. It was detestable, and she was in an unhappy arrangement – wishing for change, something desperately hard to come by in such a social climate.


She didn't know why she expected anything different from herself.


Chapter 41